Panto dames. See to me it isn’t a celebration of panto or indeed Britishness. It is just another singing drag queen act under another umbrella. We have seen it all before. And as such, I’m fed up of zany singers. Just sing. If you have good pipes you’re laughing.
Eva.I liked her. I still don’t care for the ruddy cackling from the hens on the panel. It spoils everything.
Tolga and his pole stuff? Bloody hell. Great but not sure what else he can do. That looked enough.
Another zany singer. Lovely. Very personable. But not exactly talent.
Dancers? twangggggg. I’ll not lie. I wept. Too close to home.
Laughter dude? Nope.
Stefano. I liked him. Again, hated those harpies cackling.
The magic hands dude? Stonking. Imagine how quickly he would rustle up you a supper.
And yes. I kept it clean….
FlintZ and Taylor. I liked it. Just didn’t love it. No surprise that Lesha pressed her button. She was gazing intently and looked emotional. Worthy message but I sometimes get tired of worthy. And what next? Rap about Her Majesty? Keeping it real in the Big house?
My buzzer? Would have gone to the person who drew on the eyebrows to that lass in the audience.
Penmanship.